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Look look how we painted the sky
The clouds were hazy and gold
Young lovers kissed as the passers by dreamt of horses
Everlasting screen kiss carved in stone
A scent so perfect
All your kareoke dreams came true
And they all loved you
 
But now your friends have gone
The Indian summer that was in your heart is gone
 
You see how faint the stars are
You see a face on a screen
You see the girl you used to be
Still and serene
You like to laugh at sad things
Can't tell mother why
It just feels like it is right
The sound of sighs
 
But now your friends have gone
The Indian summer that was in your heart is gone
 































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